No Fairytale

No Fairytale

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No Fairytale Cold Tired Hungry Cold Tired Hungry. Three words that will never be forgotten. I have been on the move all day, my body aches but that's the least of my problems. I need to find food and shelter so that I can have a good nights rest if I am going to survive this war. I have finally found a place to set up camp for the night under an abandoned train, I am no longer cold. Tired Hungry. The wind howls and whistles, slamming the shutters of the carriage windows with a repetitive bang. With this, I have no chance of sleeping. It is mid-afternoon, I'm on foot once again. It is getting harder to cope with the continuous pain running through my stomach, I have to keep moving, I need to find food.
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It was cold and dark. I had to find shelter. I saw an abandoned restaurant and thought that that'd be a nice place to wait out the storm at. Little did I know that I wouldn't be allowed to leave. Ever.

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